Grayson Mathers Mga Nobela at Kwento

wow. "Wow. When Mr. Gray brought in his brother last week they said his wife was in labor," I say as I remove the cuff and jot down her blood pressure. "Yes. Tabitha had her daughter last week and then Mariah had her daughter two days ago. It has been a busy week for all of us... It's so strange to hear someone call Fin Mr. Gray," Carmen says with a giggle, and my smile grows. So his nickname is Fin. The carefree-sounding name doesn't fit his stoic persona at all, in my opinion. Mr. Gray sounds more suitable. Then again, when he had spoken to her, he had sounded gentle and kind. Maybe he gets that from being a dad.

“I thought it was weird too, which is why I launched a detailed investigation into Greyson. After several days of tailing him and looking into him, I managed to find some information on him. Greyson used to be a gangster who took part in scams, abductions, fights, and brawls. He only got back on the right track two years ago when he opened his shop in the Western District. Since then, he has spent the years as a model citizen without committing any crimes.

Grayson mumbled. “Before Scarlett did you ever feel unwanted?” “Not exactly unwanted, but I knew I didn’t belong. I was different from my family and they expected so much from me. Only when I met Scarlett did I feel that I had a place I belonged and someone who really believed in me. And she let me take care of her.” “In what way?” Dr. Malik smiled slightly. Grayson glanced over at me. “It’s not really my place to say.” Dr. Malik’s gaze focused on me. “Um…I’ve struggled with a drug addiction since I was sixteen.” I whispered. “I’ve overdosed twice. Each time Gray has been there for me. Lee was too, the last time.”

“There’s this kid. Tyler. He keeps saying stuff.” “What kind of stuff?” Grayson asked carefully. The boy stared at the floor. “That I don’t have a real mom.” I inhaled sharply. “That my sister’s messed up because her heart was broken.” Grayson’s hands curled into fists. “And today?” I asked gently. “He said he said my dads are gross.” Silence filled the office. “And?” Grayson prompted, voice dangerously calm. “I told him to shut up.” Fair. “He pushed me.” My heart pounded.

I nodded and left, rubbing the ring along the way. Grayson and I entered my car and the driver hit the road immediately. “He isn't just a regular soldier of ours, he is a spotter.” Grayson said, handing me a tablet with the survivor’s info. I creased my brows at him. He seemed to have been working for our family for quite some time -fifteen years. “Mathew Nelson.” I read out his name and handed Grayson the tablet. “Let's hear what he has to say.” I rested my back, resuming the rubbing of my father's ring.

Grayson grumbled in my direction . "You were the one who brought a bloody body part to the meeting as evidence. We share a common enemy that should be enough. Or is it that an enemy of your enemy is still your enemy?" "If you were my enemy, you'd be dead," Grayson's words hit me like a arrow to the heart shaking me to my core. How could I forget who he was? A former Gamma, a cold blooded hunter and a bloodline Alpha. A man. All the qualities that made him a dangerous predator.

Grayson said, "I haven't contacted him in a while, but he'll take my call." "Please," I nodded. Grayson called Matt. "Hey, Matt. What's up, man?" Grayson said, then listened for a while. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I've been a little busy... I was wondering if you're in tonight? I wanted to go for a drink, it's been a while.... You're not in the city?" Grayson raised both eyebrows at me. "I see. Are you on a trip or what? You won't be back soon?....ah, tomorrow, so you're close by....aha, Washington..."

But his eyes darkened, a bitter fire flickering in them as he pulled his hand away. “No! The goddess doesn’t even give a damn about me. If she did, I wouldn’t be like this even after three years.” His voice cracked with the weight of pain he had carried all alone. “The goddess hates me, Ashley. And that’s the truth.” Grayson paused, his chest rising and falling rapidly, then he fixed his glimmering eyes on mine. “Ashley.” He said hoarsely. “I am here for you only. I have been watching the investigation. It isn’t accelerating. The officers wasted the whole day with that ridiculous introductory ceremony.

Grayson tore himself away from my neck, his face was inches away from my own as he looked at me. "Please", he whispered, "Please Laila, let me claim you. I couldn't stand being so far away from you today and not knowing what was happening. When I heard you had been attacked I almost lost it... I can't do that again Laila, I can't pace around not knowing if you are alright". Grayson pleaded with me, the desperation in his heavy voice was enough to make me wince. I hated to see my mate so distraught. My own carnal need to possess him was still raw from my encounter with Jayde and Amara spurred me on, urging me to scream YES!

All the rage and frustration I'd swallowed down, all the fear from last night came spilling out of me like a tsunami. "You pompous, self-important, grandiose prick," I spat, squaring my shoulders. "You look down at everyone from your ivory tower and talk about the Zoe you used to know but what about the Greyson I used to know, the shy, sweet, geeky kid with the too-big glasses who I kinda had a crush on? That Greyson would be ashamed of this Greyson. This Greyson is the thing that Greyson hated the most. A bully." "I'm not a bully, Miss Smithson, I'm a businessman," Greyson said calmly, "now please leave before I call security.